A new football season is almost here, and thank heavens we’re past all the angst about the kneelings. It was touch and go there for a while, but we’re all adults and were able to see the real issue and … Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what a riot, of course we’re not past it, we’re a nation of six-year olds who elected a two-year old to run the place.
Where a twenty-first century film-maker and a nineteenth-century poet weigh in on the same subject.
From the “it’s always something” department…
Southern Baptist pastor Grady Arnold submitted a resolution to the SBC (Southern Baptist Commission) this past week calling upon the SBC to “decry and reject the terms and framework of social justice,” that they “avoid the terms ‘social justice’,” and several other things.
The second sentence in the resolution contains this:
Whereas social justice by definition is based on anti-biblical and destructive concepts of Marxist ideology
Let’s take a tour and see how “anti-biblical” this justice thing is. (All emphasis mine.)
We just got back from visiting the kids, so I had a work-week on a plane, 40+ hours between the round-trip. When you have that much time on a plane, you can sleep, you can read, or you can watch movies. You can — I can’t sleep on planes, so that leaves the last two. I’ve found that a plane isn’t very conducive to reading, either; between the uncomfortable seats, the screaming babies and/or their parents, various meals, snacks, waters, etc., and sheer fatigue after ten hours or so, the brain just doesn’t want to process those words.
That leaves movies.
We have a long-standing ritual in our house: John Grisham releases a new book, and my wife buys it for me for Valentine’s or our anniversary, depending on the time of year when it comes out. We’ve had this ritual for many years now; Mr. Grisham is sharing space on the bookshelf with some mountaineering books, and the pile of additional Grishams in front of the bookshelf indicates that the mountaineering books need to go elsewhere.
While watching an episode of Burns’ “Vietnam” tonight (unbelievably compelling, by the way), I saw the first sentence here on a sign, attributed to Lincoln. Intrigued, I went spelunking on the interwebs. As is so often the case, the attribution turned out to be wrong; it was written in the very early 1900’s by poet(ess?) Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The entire poem from which it was taken is remarkably relevant today.
To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men. The human race
Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
Against injustice, ignorance, and lust,
The inquisition yet would serve the law,
And guillotines decide our least disputes.